AUTHOR'S NOTE
 This book was written in 1917, during such leisure as my efforts to bring
America into the War on our side allowed me. Hence my illusions on the
subject, and the sad showing of Simon Iff at the end. Need I add that, as the
book itself demonstrates beyond all doubt, all persons and incidents are
purely the figment of a disordered imagination?
London,
1929.                                                                                                              
A.C.